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The day had no end. The phone rang incessantly, making it impossible to finish the Carlson case. Word had apparently leaked, and she endured the well-meaning consolations of people she'd thought of as family these past years. The worry on the faces of others not yet informed if their positions would get the ax hurt more than anything. So many of them were the sole support for their families. Pippa congratulated herself on not having children. In this uncertain world, how could one take care of them?

Clinging to that note of thanksgiving, she finally finished the Carlson case, closed the file, ignored the ringing phone, and grabbed her old high-school overcoat.

Icy sleet hit her face as soon as she walked out the door. It was April, dammit! Would spring never get here? Did the whole world weep with her, then? Well, it could just stop right now. She wasn't weeping anymore. She was getting angry. Furious. She'd worked her damned butt off for ten years, and for what? For a lousy note of gratitude and a polite reference?

The car door was stuck, of course. She'd run out of de-icer after that last storm and hadn't bothered to restock, foolishly thinking spring was just around the corner. Curse and drat it. This was Kentucky, for heaven's sake. Surely God knew they didn't have winter here.

She checked two of the other three doors. The back passenger door hadn't worked in years, so there was no use in trying that. The original shiny brown of the aging Escort had faded until she could no longer distinguish dirt from paint. Rust corroded both rear fenders. She had often contemplated shoving the car into the river, but it took her to the hospital and back. She hadn't needed more.

Kicking the driver-side door and adding another dent, Pippa loosened some of the ice.

The sleet slashed down heavier, obscuring much of the parking lot in the dusky grayness of late evening. She'd left early, so she didn't hear any of the cheerful chatter of staff departing for the day.

A shadow emerged from the murky veil, startling her. She yanked the door harder, this time in panic.

The voice accompanying the shadow failed to provide reassurance.

Billy.

“I've got my car here, Phillippa. I'll take you home.”

Once, she had looked on that masculine reliability as reassuring. She had gratefully accepted his help all those times the car had broken down, the plumbing froze, or her mother took a turn for the worse. But the price she paid for that reassurance was way too high. Shivering, as much from fear as cold, Pippa jerked on the door again.

“Go away, Billy, I'm fine. I'll take my own car home.” She knew she taunted trouble speaking to him that way. He hated it when she did that. She knew what happened when she did things he hated. But right now, the anger and frustration inside her begged for the fight that would follow. Maybe somewhere in her subconscious, she thought she deserved it. She'd taken enough psychology classes to know the complexities of the human psyche.

She wished she had a can of Mace in her purse.

“I've been waiting for you, Phillippa. You're off early. We need to talk. Let's go over to Shoney's and get something to eat.”

He took her elbow, using his greater strength as a lever, forcing her away from the car. In his blue police uniform, he seemed taller and broader than most men. Wildly, Pippa imagined people thinking he was arresting her as he tugged her away like that.

“Let me go, Billy, or I'll scream.” She jammed her elbow backward, striking his midsection, but there was nothing soft about Billy. He grunted but didn't loosen his grip.

“Don't, Phillippa. Don't make me mad. I want to make things up to you. I didn't mean to hurt you. You know that. I love you . I just want to take care of you and make you happy. We'll talk, and you'll see. Things will change. We can get married now. Everything will be all right.”

Sometimes, Pippa wondered if he was in his right mind. Didn't policemen undergo some kind of psychological exam before acceptance? She stamped on his toe as hard as she could, but he wore steel-reinforced boots and probably didn't even notice.

“Billy, I've told you, it just won't work. I don't love you. I don't want to marry you. And I don't want to go to dinner with you. I've had a really rotten day and I want to go home. Alone. Do you understand anything I'm saying at all?”

Once, she'd believed his warm reassurances, his words of love and commitment. She'd planned their dream home, the number of children they would have, the loving partnership they would share. She'd longed for it with all her heart, given him everything he asked for and more, relying on him for everything. Stupid. Stupid, stupid. She would never let that happen again.

“I hear you, Phillippa, but you're not listening. I'm going to change. You're the woman I love, and I'm not letting you go. You're mine. We both know it. Now, come along and stop this foolishness. You can't even get in your car.”

She knew this was where it would start, just as soon as he started calling her “his.” Without bothering to reason any further, she screamed. She opened her mouth and let fly every frustration, every ounce of rage, every instance of self-pity, desperation, and destroyed trust she'd suffered today and every day before that. She screamed and kicked and pounded and bit until he hauled her like a howling whirlwind across the parking lot.

She aimed for his testicles when he adjusted his grip.

He let her go, then backhanded her so hard she stumbled and hit the pavement. Pain shot through Pippa's elbow as it connected with the blacktop. Her hip slammed into a concrete separator. She tried scrambling away, knowing what would follow, but his steel-toed boot caught her leg.

She kept screaming. She'd warned Billy she would report him. She'd threatened to get a court order and humiliate him in front of the entire force. He'd stayed away this past week. She'd thought herself safe.

Even as he leaned over to grab her by her hair—the long hair that he'd ordered her not to cut—a voice shouted from somewhere beyond the veil of sleet and blood and panic.

“Let her alone, you bastard! Let her alone, or I'll shoot!”

Henry. Thank God for Henry. Pippa whimpered with relief. As a night security guard, Henry looked harmless. She'd offered him plenty of cups of coffee those nights she'd stayed late. They'd exchanged pleasantries as she checked out in the evenings. He must be in his sixties, no bigger than herself, and hunched with arthritis, but he had a gun. She prayed Billy hadn't gone beyond caring. Billy carried a gun, too.

“Pippa, can you stand up? We're here. Just back away from him. Henry's got him covered.”

Tears welled in her eyes once more. Quickly, Pippa backed away from Billy's dangerous feet, pushing herself up with her hands, letting other hands grab her and heave her up. She didn't know how many of them were there. She didn't care. Shaking, she kept backing away, letting the people swarming out of the building surround her, protect her, separate her from Billy and his rage. Her friends had come to her rescue. She still had friends. Weeping at the knowledge, she allowed them to lead her away.

***

Her scrapes and bruises neatly cleaned and bandaged, her spirits temporarily mended by hugs and reassurances, Pippa finally arrived home, only to discover the front door unlocked.

She never forgot to lock the door. Her chest tightened in the familiar sensation of fear. Mentally, she knew Billy couldn't be here. She'd called the police this time. She had witnesses. Surely he was behind bars now.

Emotionally, Pippa still felt Billy's blows. Her hand shook as she pushed open the door.

It took only one step inside before her knees crumpled under her. On the floor, she covered her mouth with her hands to hold back her cries.

He'd shredded her cozy nest into straw. Family photographs lay in tatters, ripped from the walls, glass and frames shattered. As if a tornado had swept through, the old furniture had been overturned and flung against walls, damaging plaster and delicate bric-a-brac.

Picking herself up, stumbling across the debris to the phone, Pippa nearly fell over the kitchen table before she looked down. In shock and horror, she stared at Clio Kitty lying in a pool of blood.

It was one straw too many.

Pippa threw up.

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